Delia Merriweather does not believe in magic. Not even a little. As a child, Delia Merriweather believed with all her heart that she was a witch. Because all Merriweather women are witches. There’s just one problem: none of them have any magic. As an adult, Delia no longer believes magic even exists. But, when she somehow accidentally breaks a hex and restores her family’s powers, she’s forced to accept a new reality: she is a witch. And maybe that’s why the crushingly handsome guy next door has been looking at her like he’s expecting her to fly off on a broomstick, cackling into the night. Just when Max thinks he’s done keeping an eye on the bumbling, magic-less Merriweather women, he suddenly finds himself forced to help his neighbours learn to control their new magic before they out witches everywhere. And despite Delia’s open suspicion of him, Max just can’t tell whether his growing feelings for Delia are real, or if he’s come under the spell of the most (cluelessly) powerful witch he’s ever known. One thing’s for certain: Delia’s life is suddenly looking pretty magical.
